I don’t know what to give up for Lent
I am not afraid of going to Hell
carbs? cutting? cheese?
for Hell visits me frequently
cocaine?? chocolate?? crying??
stays here with me / in me for weeks
casual commitment to Catholicism???
Hell feels at home in my head.
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An earlier version of this poem was published by Anti-Heroin Chic (February 2020)
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